Nice to meet you!
Nineteen years old.
Suburbs of Chicago.
Sophomore at LUC.
Ask me for my private tumblr!
i’m SO frustrated. you think that i’m trying to “mess up my life”?
okay, i turned in ONE assignment late. just because i was on a field trip! so i’m
e x c u s e d from turning it in late!
how has badminton been distracting me?! sure, i spend a little more time at school now. but it’s over. stop complaining. and plus, i’m freaking team captain. i can’t just quit because you are being stubborn. i hate this. i hate how you freak out over every little thing that happens. a few “bad” grades are NOT going to kill me.
why do you insist that i have to be perfect? i’m not. so stop expecting me to be.
stop comparing me to my little sister. nobody’s perfect, and if you ask me, she’s nowhere close to it, either. stop picking favorites. thanks.